One of the things I love, and I'm a voracious reader as well as a writer, is books that surprise me, that are not predictable.

We're all the heroes of our own stories. So, when I am inside the head of a character who would otherwise be considered a villain, I have a great deal of affection for that character and I'm trying to see the world and the events through their eyes.

A cold wind was blowing from the north, and it made the trees rustle like living things.

What is dead may never die, but rises again, stronger and harder.

Men have scars, women mysteries.

And for the first time in hundreds of years, the night came alive with the music of dragons.

Will holding a secret in your heart make it any less true? If you never tell, never speak of it, will it become only a dream, less than a dream, a nightmare half-remembered? Oh, if only the gods would be so good. (Catelyn)